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THE DEMON'S ISLE. 1 .••

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THE DEMON'S ISLE. 1 •• o blythely, blythely sped the bark That Saxon Eadmer bore, With his fair-hair'd bride, in her beauty's pride, From Bamborough's kingly shore! But the storm-fiend came in cloud and flame, And the surges whelmed them o'er! And a Demon fired a beacon red O'er his isle of terror glaring, Whose shore was spread with stranded dead For the famish'd sea-birds tearing! Slowly, slowly the pale dawn crept From the dark embrace of night; The storm was hushed and the wild winds slept, Save a murmuring breeze that lightly swept A raft o'er the surges white. Sir Eadmer there, with his Lady fair. For weary life were striving i A"d < £ e burdened mast o;a th°e current fast To the Demon s I*jie was driving! Sadly, sadly- j'er paths unblessed, They 'u¡sed with footsteps sore; tangled wilds that ne'er were pressed By mortal foot before. The wild-dog howled, and the she-wolf growled, The wanderers' hearts dismaying, And the serpent rolled his scaly fold. Where their lonely feet were straying! Deadly, deadly nightshade arched The path of the hapless pair, And thirst and hunger gnawed and parched, But fount nor food was there! Alone the fruit of that poisonous root i- In the dim drear woods was growing. And many a snake hissed loud in the brake Where the lonely stream was flowing! Darkly, darkly fell the shade Of night on the Demon's Isle, His lady's couch Sir Eadmer made Where a withering fir o'er hung the glade, And he vow'd with sleepless eye and blade To watch around the while. ril hurl the wolfin yon craggy gulf, If near thy slumbers prowling, And the serpent shall start and glide apart To hear the savage howling! Fatally, fatally Eadmer drank Of the deadly dew as it fell; Till in slumbers deep his eye-lids sank, O'er power'd with a magic spell' At the raven's croak, with a start he woke, His flesh with terror creeping— And he softly stept where his lady had slept— But he found no Lady sleeping! Wildly, wildly, o'er rock and steep, Then hurried the phrenzied knight, With many a curse on his treacherous sleep, And many a curse, more dread and deep, On the treacherous elfine sprite' Upstarted then from his gloomy den The nend in his anger proudly— I care not for ban of a perjured man I" H« cried to Sir Eadmer loudly !— Boldly, boldly Sir Eadmer's brow He crossed, then hallowed his blade— Cried Holy Virgin! 0, help me now!" And cleft down the elfin-shade!— With an eldritch scream, like a fading dream, The grisly shape departed And his lady dear, from the cavern drear, To his eager bosom started! Gaily, gaily carols the lark At the smile of the rising morn, And gaily, gaily speeds a bark, O'er the ocean surges borne! Sir Eadmer there, and his Lady fair A boundless joy's pervading, And the Demon's Isle from their ken the while Far, far o'er the billow is fading

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